So here is my new story. I don't think anyone has anything like it. Edward and Bella will come later but I have to set the story up first. This chapter is told from the POV of an OC named Cai Drake. I hope you like her. And as a treat, there is a little bitty peek at Edward. I hope you enjoy.

All Twilight characters belong to SM. Cai, however, is all mine.

Chapter one: Coffee and Dreams

I'm late again! Sarah's gonna kill me.

I was supposed to meet my friend Sarah at a small mom and pop coffee shop right off campus at 4. It was now 4:17.

I got sidetracked doing research for my senior thesis, yet again. Who would have ever thought that vampires could be so interesting. Each culture, all the way back to ancient Sumeria, had their own version. It was fascinating to say the least.

As I walked toward the café that was right off campus, the misty rain that Seattle was notorious for started up. I pulled the hood of my gray hoodie up and looked down to keep the rain out of my face. I watched as my black combat boots made little splashes with each step I took.

Five minutes later I entered the café and spotted Sarah. She had one of her overly-flavored coffees in front of her and was impatiently tapping her nails on the cheap Formica tabletop.

I sat down in front of her and she raised one pencil thin black brow in my direction. "Research?" she asked.

I just smiled sheepishly. It wasn't as if it were a real question when she already knew the answer.

I pushed the hood of my head as the waitress came up to take my order.

"What can I get for you, hon?"

"Coffee, black."

The waitress looked at me a bit funny and ambled off to get me my coffee. I would never understand why people thought it was odd to order coffee in a coffee shop.

While we waited, I took a moment to check out my surroundings. I found the place quite homey with its dark wood paneling and mismatched tables and chairs. The shop was on a corner so two of the walls contained large picture windows to let in the Pacific-Northwest's equivalent of sunlight. I especially like the green stained glass lights the hung from the high ceiling on brass chains.

My coffee arrived in a cheerful yellow mug and I turned my attention back to Sarah.

"So, besides my well known caffeine obsession, why did you ask me to meet you?" I asked.

"I can't ask my best friend out for coffee for no other reason than to ask my best friend out for coffee?"

"Oh. I guess I have been pretty absent as of late."

"Absent, try missing in action."

"Sorry. So anything new with you."

"I have a new boy toy."

I laughed internally. Sarah was a serial dater and proud of it. While neither of us wanted any kind of commitment with anyone, Sarah was still determined that she was going to get sex, and frequently.

"So does this month's flavor have a name, or are you just forgoing those now?"

"His name is Logan. Not that I really care. I just care that he has an eight pack and a tight ass." I laughed as Sarah flashed her infamous mega-watt smile while she said it.

Glancing at the clock on the wall I realized it was already 5. If I wanted to catch the 5:30 ferry to Bainbridge Island, I needed to go.

"I gotta go, need to catch the ferry home."

Sarah frowned at me. "I don't see why you don't just live in the city. If you did you wouldn't have to live off the stupid ferry schedule."

"Because, Bainbridge is quiet and I like it that way."

"Hermit."

"Slut."

"Bookworm."

"Player."

"Nerd."

"Bottle blonde."

Sarah laughed out loud at the last one. This was something we always did. We never meant to be nasty about anything, but that didn't mean the words weren't true. We were both just comfortable with who were and accepted it.

"Do you want to come out this weekend?" she asked.

"What about tight buns Logan?"

"Pfft…like I wouldn't blow him off to hang with you. Guys like him are a dime a dozen."

I chuckled, she would too. "I can't, I need to outline and start adding my new research to what I already have."

"Alright. We still on for beer, pizza, and movies on Tuesday right?"

"Of course, my house this week."

"See you then."

"Bye."

I flipped my hood back up and made my way to the ferry terminal. Sarah and I had been doing the Tuesday night hang out session since we were in high school together. If we ever missed a week it was because one of us wasn't even in the state. We alternated houses each week unless one of us was sick or was going to be late for some reason. It was an hour ferry ride after all.

By the time I got to the ferry the coffee had run through me and I really had to go.

I quickly bought my ticket, got on the boat and dashed to the bathroom, tucking my fingerless star patterned gloves into my pocket as I went.

After I did my business and washed my hands, I took a moment to check my appearance in the mirror. My wine red hair was damp, making it look almost purple, and hung in tangled chucks to just past my shoulders. Without a brush and a blow dryer there wasn't much I could do about it. My cheeks were pink from the wind and wet which somehow made my skin look paler than it already was. Nope, nothing I could do about that either. My mascara had run slightly, so I had black streaks under my hazel eyes. Hey! Something I can actually fix. I tore off a piece of paper towel and wiped away the smudged makeup.

When I was done. I walked back out and took a seat near the other end of the ferry where I would disembark. I put my gloves back on and looked around the ferry. It was quiet on this ferry. Most people went home from the city on the 4:20 or 5:00 ferries. I decided to take a nap while I waited.

I slipped my messenger bag under the seat and stretched out on the bench. I was only 5'5" so I fit fairly well. Within moments I was asleep and began to dream.

I was standing on the side of an unfamiliar road. I was definitely somewhere in Washington state, however. Tall moss covered pine trees lined both side of the road and the gravel on the road was wet from a recent rain.

I turned around and came face to face with quite possible the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. She was very tall, nearing 6', but slender. Her white blonde hair fell down to her hips and seemed almost alive in the light breeze. She looked at me with pale green eyes the shone out from her honey gold skin. She was so perfect that I didn't think it was possible for her to be real, but then she spoke.

"You have a job to do soon, Cai."

"What kind of job?"

"You have to set things right. You have to fix destiny. You have to help him."

"Help who?"

"Him," she answered while pointing behind me with her chin.

I turned around and saw a young man sitting in the middle of the road cross-legged. I couldn't see his face because he was looking at the ground by his legs, but his hair was the oddest bronze color. It was beautiful in its oddity.

I turned back to ask the woman who he was but she was gone. Spinning back around, I saw that the bronze-haired boy was gone too. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder and came face to face with…

…the guy who worked on the ferry?

"It's time to get off the boat Miss," he said.

"Huh?"

"We're in Bainbridge Island."

"Oh!" I was awake and I needed to get of the ferry. "Thank you," I said and quickly gathered my bag and walked off.

I shook my head to clear the dream, but for the whole 10 minute walk home, it was all I could think about.

When I finally got to my house, I breathed a sigh of relief. After the oddity of the dream and the sense of urgency that it brought me, it was nice to be back in the relaxing atmosphere of my home.

I sat down on the porch swing and swung gently. I loved my house. It was a little three bedroom ranch that I bought with the inheritance my grandmother left me when she died. With its hard wood floors, large windows, and claw foot bathtubs, I fell in love with it instantly. It was set far enough back from the road the if I wanted to walk around outside naked, no one would see me. Not the I would, but I could nonetheless.

I finally went inside, and dropped my bag by the door. I unzipped my hoodie and laid it on the back of the kitchen chair and the sat down to unlace my boots.

As I was removing my second boot, I saw something that made me freeze. The mirror in the hall was situated in a way that I could see my living room from the kitchen. And in that reflection I saw the back of a very tall woman with long white blonde hair standing in my living room.

I thanked my paranoid nature as I grabbed the .45 S&W that was stashed in a kitchen drawer and dashed around the corner into the living room, but no one was there.

I made my way through the house room by room, searching. After, half an hour I realized that my bizarre dream must have affected me more than I had originally thought.

I returned my weapon to its home and plopped down on my brown leather couch. I put my elbows on my knees and dropped my head into my hands as I took a ragged breath.

Once my nerves and sanity were back under control, I got up to get my bag out of the front hall and my laptop from the bedroom were I had last used it.

I set everything on the couch and grabbed myself a beer out of the refrigerator. I walked back to the living room and set the beer on the table while I went to plug in my laptop. As I was plugging it in, I noticed something on the floor that shouldn't be there.

I picked up a single sheet of paper, and read what had to be the oddest words ever written; but somehow I believed every one of them.

Cai Drake,

Your dream was real. I was there. My name is Destiny, and that is not just my name, but it is what I do. I monitor destinies and make sure that things turn out the way that they should.

The man in your dream that I showed you needs your help. His destiny was thrown off course and as a result so has yours.

In your spare room I have left you a crate. There is much knowledge you need before you begin your task and this crate contains the starting point.

Inside you will find historical records maintained by a man named Marcus of the Volturi. I assure you everything inside is factual, even if it is hard to believe. I'll return soon.

With the best of luck to you,

Destiny

Grasping the paper in my hand I dashed up the stairs into the spare bedroom. Sure enough, right there, dead center of the room, was an old wooden trunk. A heavy looking lock lay next to it, open.

I walked over to it slowly and dropped to my knees before it. I ran my hand over the rough wood in an attempt to brace myself for whatever may be inside.

Finally, I opened the box to find several leather journals. I picked up the first one, slowly opened it and began reading.

"Oh. My. God."

Well, I hope you like the start of my new little tale.

Special thanks to SparklingTwilight for your support and editing. You are most awesome. You should all go check out her story Breaking the Silence if you haven't already, right after you review. Please…